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Arrows

Flying
High over the trees
And striking
Clean through the hearts
Of the young boys

Running
They are running
Screaming in terror
Confused by the wrath
Of a God

Tearing
Straight through
And ripping
The flesh from soft bones
Not yet hardened by life

Falling
Hard upon the ground
So warm
Red and pooling
Soaking in deep

Wailing
Throaty and rasping
Keening to the sound
Of bodies thrashing
And convulsing their last

Silence
Quiet and still
Red eyes
Soaking in a red scene
Everything lost to hubris

— Columbine

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